Blindfold me with your words;
thick like paint they cover my eyes with lies.
Why must I be oblivious if I cannot see?
I still have my ears,
my touch,
my sense of smell,
my sense of taste.
I don't need my eyes to find the light.
The truth can be found without a steady gaze.
There are so many ways your ignorance will never figure out.
Let me show you when I give you my goodbyes,
untying the knot with my own two hands.
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 5:12 PM UTC
Blindfold me with your words;
thick like paint they cover my eyes with lies.
Why must I be oblivious if I cannot see?
I still have my ears,
my touch,
my sense of smell,
my sense of taste.
I don't need my eyes to find the light.
The truth can be found without a steady gaze.
There are so many ways your ignorance will never figure out.
Let me show you when I give you my goodbyes,
untying the knot with my own two hands.
